Oh, baby girl, you are getting so big! Just this week, my belly can no longer be sucked in and hidden. You make your presence known daily, with your tap dancing lessons. I love that I can be busy and then a gentle little pop in my belly, reminds me you are there.
I cannot wait to meet you, my little miracle. You floated in, on the wings of grief and filled a very empty place in my heart.
I can't wait to see who you look like. Will you have Bay's slender, fragile frame? Will you have big brown eyes, like mine and Ry's? Will you develop freckles like Avery and Dad? Will you have pokey ears like Lukey?
I can't wait for that first moment that I hold you and you look into my eyes, all wide-eyed and confused, and I can tell you that you are safe and that I love you.
I can't wait to hold you, all snuggled against my chest, as you curl into the fetal position, warm and secure.
I can't wait to see your siblings hold you and give you kisses.
I can't wait to bring you home and know that our family is complete, with you, my little caboose.